THE ALPHA’S UNWANTED MATE
I grabbed the doorframe to keep from sliding to the floor, my breath catching in a strangled gasp that wouldn't come out.
The new Jaynayah—the one who had eaten ramen in a crowded town, who had made love fiercely against a door, who had started to believe she was real—that girl died in a single heartbeat. The old girl without a name, the slave, the nothing, clawed her way back to the surface, screaming silently.
Michael ignored the low, vibrating growl coming from Mace. He ignored the witches. His eyes were fixed solely on me, glittering with a horrible, possessive pride.
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